i was reading at yosemite, which was a mistake but that's another story. there was this couple sitting next to me, and the woman was talking most of the time, not very loud, but loud enough to be heard, about some business-related matters, tangled up in sagas big and small. i looked at her every now and then. she was very pretty, with a girlish face, and a provincial smartness that's expected out of a city like nanjing. but i couldn't stand her voice, nor her tone. it was dull, rough, and old. twenty years older than her looks. tinted with resignation and cunning. i glanced at her with a certain suspicion, i wondered whether she was having an affair with a married man who happened to be a business partner of sorts. there was a certain intensity to the scene that intrigued me, so i took some shots of her secretly. i was immediately bored with them, so i erased them all. for some reason, i can't erase her out of my mind. right now, i recall her every gesture, and her annoying voice, although what she said was completely forgotten by me.
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